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A Bracelet Of Daisies

A Bracelet Of Daisies

 

She made me a daisy bracelet

And twisted the stems round my wrist

We swore we would never forget

the sun slowly set as we kissed

And for a short while that was true

love blossomed like that daisy chain

but those white petals never grew

the green shoots were twisted in pain

 

It hurts when you’re given a heart

that unnourished withers and ...

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Saint Valentine's Day Mascara

Saint Valentine’s Day Mascara

She cried when I forgot.
She cried when I remembered,
her tears like silver arrows
to my heart,
her eyes black-lined with sorrow.

The ink, barely dried,
smudged with liquid joy.
A big wet splash on the ‘o’
turning ‘love’ into ‘live’
and crowning my name
like a liquid tiara
for a princess
in a cruel land.

Granting wishes
like kisses.
So I wished s...

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dust

dust

 

dust settles

dead skin

I trace my finger

through you

wishing you

were here

not gone

in a cloud

of dust

not spread

across my

furniture

like winterfall

and so

I don’t clean

I sit and stare

at the places

you have been

the places

where you

touched me

kissed me

before the rage

and arguments

...

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Deadly Nightshade

Deadly Nightshade

 

touching you

gently

kissing your neck

feeling

your heartbeat

synchronise

with mine

 

the grey clouds

on a Tuesday

in September

spill

their leaden

tears

 

twilight

seeps

between

heavy

curtains

 

slowly

ebbing

into

darkness

 

time

slows to

a strum

 

s...

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Jigsaw

Jigsaw

 

They say you cannot live without me,

yet I am happy lying here alone –

adrift on an ocean of Axminster.

You didn’t miss me until you were finished

and by then it was far too late.

 

I was just one of your many pretty pieces,

inconsequential to the scheme of things,

until I was the only thing you needed.

By then I was safely hidden away,

f...

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The Clown

The Clown

 

This make-up’s dried upon my face,

gone cracked with age and wear.

I can’t remove this absurd mask.

You’ll never know how much I care.

 

The girl with pretty eyes will smile,

the clown, so sad, will sigh.

Another chance has passed away.

Another star lights the sky.

 

You see the clown and laugh at him,

I turn away and cry,

‘cos...

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